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Thursday, 9 February 2012

Reflections on the Last Night of My Twenties

Tomorrow, I turn 30.

I'm quite shrugged shoulders about the whole thing. Some of my ex-classmates have been filled with dread and trepidation at the thought of turning 30, but to my mind, it's not the end of our lives, it just another year, another birthday. Mind you, when I'm 40 it may be a different story.

So, what have I learnt in my twenties? What am I going to change in my thirties?

Well, for starters, I'm definitely going to remember to take my make up off. I'm such a slovenly beggar at remembering to do it, most nights I go to bed after nodding off, dribbling, on the sofa with Elder telling me to sod off to bed. I'm always trying to stay up for later shows, and failing miserably, as I'm up most mornings at 6am. At the moment, I'm woken up by Mini wanting to get in bed with us at 2am. Its the Mothers Curse- once you are woken up, we're inbuilt forever after night feeds to be wide awake afterwards, whatever time we get woken.I read somewhere though that looking after your skin in your thirties should be the absolute law, so I am off to Boots for industrial sized buckets of skin care.

I'm going to enjoy myself more. Don't get me wrong, I'm not planning on becoming a piss-head, hell no. At the weekend, a discussion was held in my kitchen between Elder, his brother, a friend of ours and myself on how many days we drank last year. When I mentioned having only had a drink about 4 times last year, not even on my birthday, there was shock at how the youngest person in the room could be so, well, boring. Both the Bratlings go to sleep pretty much as soon as their heads hit the pillow, so I think a glass of wine after a hectic day wont hurt.

I'm also going to chill out more. I worry and stress to a ridiculous point. I even worry about some of you guys if I hear you are down or having a massively hard time via Twitter. Which while nice is a bit ridiculous.I'm learning to breathe. To relax, and let things go. I hope my post for Do Something Yummy this week has gone some way to explaining why I am the way I am at times. I promise I am working very hard to curb any out bursts, and to keep my nose clean!

I'm also going to care less- in the sense that I used to dress how I liked and not care about what anyone else thought. I lost a big part of who I was when I felt I had to conform as a Mother. So, if I fancy getting back in touch with my grungey boho side, I jolly well will.

If nothing else, my twenties have taught me that, despite growing up feeling inadequate, I can be a good Mum, and I can have a family of my own. Sometimes it's hard, sometimes I've broken down, but, I hope, in my thirties I can be a happier, healthier and more relaxed person.

4 comments:

Sound great! I'm leaping over the decade wall myself soon, but out of your newly found thirties playground into the really big one!At first I thought it wouldn't make any difference but actually it has given me loads of ideas about things I actually want to do and achieve, hence the blog ( and marathon training). I'll look forward to seeing how life looks from 10 years ago, my "back to the future" blogtwin!

I feel the same about turning 30, not that fussed. 40 is another matter though! And I would like to say I've drank and whole 2 times in the past year, down to giving birth in jan, living away from friends to drink with until July, then falling pregnant again in august!! So I too will hit my 30's with a bang, and not too much of a drunken stupor hopefully!

I'm turning 30 in a few months and can't wait! Now I have an excuse for being such an old fudie-dudie (is that even a real word?) I far prefer National Trust walks and meals out to clubbing and partying until dawn!

Great to find you on here, I've just started out blogging and was reading your advice to on Brit Mums- nice to find some UK bloggers, I live in Newcastle upon Tyne and nearly everyone I've come across on-line have been from outside the UK. Rx